Pristine flowers, pastel pink:
Take my breath and make me think,
Of how this beauty stirs in me
Thoughts of Higher Majesty.
Rugged hills and a waterfall
Stir my heart to give all
The glory to God for such creations.

Tiny antennae and millipede legs
Glistening lace of orb spiders webs,
Catching the light and the dew,
Remind me of all things new.
Reborn, regrown, seed from seed.
Honesty is all I need
To give God the Glory for His creations.

Fast flowing torrents,
Ocean currents,
Heatwaves and icebergs
Possums and wild birds,
All give me moments to stop and to pause
Reflect on the cause,
And give God the Glory for His creations.